My two wolfdogs are together again on the other side. Cheyenne (tan coat), the calm follower who would rather be given attention by humans than to play with other dogs, passed at age 11, and his brother Bear, the hyperactive, ever vigilant protector who, when his legs were young, would jump up in the air, ears flapping, when he saw his 3 favorite people, passed at almost 13. They are deeply missed.

Glamour shots of Bear and Cheyenne.

Bear barks at people; Cheyenne barks at dogs. It's an arrangement they have.